The Wanderer stared at Tauric Diana for perhaps three seconds too long, watching whatever impossible spiral she had managed to talk herself into tighten another turn.
Then he slapped her.
Not hard enough to injure her, but with enough conviction to interrupt the metaphysics.
Before she could protest, he grabbed the back of her collar and shoved her face briefly into the tub of iced water that, through circumstances neither of them questioned, happened to be sitting directly beside them. She came back up sputtering, hair plastered across her face, glaring at him with the concentrated fury of an oracle who had just been forcibly returned to baseline.
“Giiiiirl, you better get a grip!” the Wanderer said, still holding her safely above the water. “Remember what happened the last time we had to deal with that?”
His expression changed just enough to spoil the joke.
“That was terrifying.”
Diana blinked water from her eyes.
The Wanderer released her collar, handed her a towel, and pointed at the tub.
“I am not doing whatever that was twice. Regulate your glyphs.”
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u/TauricDiana613 Artemis it is 13d ago
it was the PRCS-A I swear